I fell asleep this afternoon and have a very strange and realistic dream. It was almost like I was living a past life. I was a young man and I experienced my life from childhood to young adult. My father was a horse trainer and had show horses. I remember learning how to ride and show horses. The time period was in the pre-world WW2 era. We lived in Europe. I rescued a draft horse that I named Tommy. He was a Suffolk Punch breed horse. He was lame in his rear left leg and I bid against a slaughter house owner for him. I rehabilitated Tommy and he became a champion. The war started and in this dream I saw planes flying over the barns and bombs dropping. I was trying to rescue the horses and not get killed. The Nazis were coming to take the remaining horses. I got on Tommy and was riding away into the forest. I fell off at some point and was mortally wounded. I was on a steep embankment and Tommy was at the top. I called to him and he came to me and I grabbed the reins and he pulled me to the top. I lay there and took my last breath and died. It was then that I woke up.
It is strange because my mother was born in 1945 at the end of WW2 and she is of French heritage. I guess I read too much into things, but it felt like I was living a past life. The Suffolk Punch horse was bred in England and used during war time to pull heavy machinery. They were also sold to slaughterhouses for meat. It is considered a rare breed today.